Chapter 6 – Entropy

Yes, I changed the title of this story. It's based on a line a wrote in an upcoming chapter and it seemed to fit. Wine may have also been involved. Just so no one's confused (;

Harold was at Lennox Hill just hours later, as promised. Reaching reception, he spoke, "Harold Waldorf, here for my daughter Blair Waldorf."

"Of course, Mr. Waldorf. Follow me." Cassidy knew enough by now to question anything involving Blair Waldorf. She led him down a corridor before opening the door. "I'll send a doctor to speak to you as soon as possible."

Harold entered the room and saw three sleeping figures: His daughter in the hospital bed, Serena in the chair next to the bed, and Chuck on the floor leaning against the frame daughter's hospital bed. Hearing Harold's footsteps, Chuck's head immediately up in attention. "Hello, Chuck."

Chuck nodded slowly. "Harold. Can we talk?"

Harold glanced at his daughter at his daughter on the bed. "I think I should be with Blair –"

"You should be," Chuck interrupted. "But we need to talk. She's asleep, and she's pretty drugged up, so she could be asleep for a while longer. This is important, Mr. – Harold."

Harold glanced at his daughter asleep in her hospital bed and then back at Chuck's dark, wild eyes. "Twenty minutes," he reasoned.

"I don't even need that. Outside? I could use some fresh air and maybe a cigarette…Do Parisians still smoke?" Chuck asked.

Harold pulled his jacket back to reveal a pack of cigarettes in his breast pocket. "I think some fresh air sounds wonderful, Chuck."

Harold followed Chuck outside and handed him a cigarette. Chuck pulled a lighter from the pocket his coat. His hands were shaking badly. Chuck didn't smoke much anymore, and the lighter he carried around in his pocket as a comfort barely worked. After a few tries to make the lighter spark, he felt the smoke fill his lungs, the dull buzz in his head from the nicotine calming him slightly. After a few puffs, Chuck spoke. "I know you must be wondering why I begged you to fly from France with zero notice."

"Very much, Chuck," replied Harold.

Chuck exhaled deeply. "I didn't know who else to call. She doesn't want anyone to know. I know and Serena knows."

"Know what?" Harold interrupted.

"Harold, Louis is a bad guy. Very bad. I don't know why Blair is in the hospital, really. But I know he had something to do with it." Chuck's face was dark as he spoke.

Harold narrowed his eyes at Chuck and studied him. "What do you mean, Chuck?"

"He hurts her, Harold. He hits her," Chuck answered, averting Harold's eyes.

"You mean...?"

Before Harold could finish, Chuck answered, "Yes. That's exactly what I mean." Chuck watched as Harold turned ashen, and then as his face flashed with rage.

"That bastard hits my daughter?" Harold seethed.

"Yes," Chuck spoke softly. "Harold, I love her and even I didn't know until a few days ago. She hid it so well. I want to kill him."

"Eleanor isn't here?" Harold suddenly asked.

Chuck shook his head. "Serena and I wondered whether we should or not…But you know how their relationship can be. We didn't think it would be a good idea. I should've called you as soon as we got her, but…well, I haven't really been thinking clearly," he replied, taking another long drag off his cigarette.

Harold nodded in understanding. In truth, from the moment Harold had laid eyes on Chuck, he had seen the worry and fear written all over his face. The younger man was ashen and clearly exhausted, dark circles hanging like purple half-moons beneath his bloodshot eyes. His face was tight, and his jock was locked in frustration, or maybe determination, Harold couldn't be sure. Yes, Harold Waldorf understood that Chuck Bass was a tad bit overwhelmed at the moment. He could also see that Chuck Bass was completely and unabashedly in love with his daughter. Putting out his cigarette, Harold clapped his hand to Chuck's shoulder. "Come on, Chuck. I want to talk to Blair's doctor, and I want to be there when she wakes up."

"She's going to be mad when she wakes up, Harold. Probably at you, but definitely at me."

"No more mad than we both are at this moment, I hazard to guess," Harold responded, throwing Chuck a small, sad smile.

Chuck mirrored Harold's facial expression back to the older man, and followed him back inside as Harold led the way back towards where Blair was sleeping peacefully. Stopping at the nurse's station, Harold told a nurse – no longer Cassidy – that he wanted to speak with his daughter's doctor immediately. The nurse nodded and picked up the phone to page Blair's doctor. "He'll meet you in the waiting room in 10 minutes," she told Harold after hanging up the phone.

Harold flashed his brilliant smile at the nurse and thanked her. "I'll wait for the doctor, Chuck. Go sit with Blair while I talk to him – I'll fill you in later," Harold added seeing the look that grazed Chuck's face.

Chuck sighed as he watched Harold walk back into the waiting room. Just as well, she'll probably kick me out once she finds out her dad is here, he thought darkly. He made his way back to Blair's room, and quietly let himself inside, seeing that Blair and Serena were both still sleeping peacefully. He watched as Blair's chest rose slowly up and down in her sleep and he was gripped the sudden urge to climb into the bed with her and crush her to his chest and never let her go. He just wanted to hold her, to feel her against him again. The way it should be. The way it should have always been. Chuck continued to stand in the door of her room, content just to watch her, and as he saw Blair began to stir, he swore to himself that she had felt his eyes on hers, as her eyes opened slowly and immediately locked with his.

"Chuck?" Blair managed groggily.

He managed a smile for her. "Still here, B," he teased. It was killing him on the inside, but he knew he had to be strong for her.

"Thank you," she replied softly. "For everything."

Chuck winced. He knew she wouldn't be thanking him once she learned exactly what everything entailed. He willed himself not think about that right now and walked over to the side of the bed where Serena wasn't passed out. He kneeled down by her and gently kissed her forehead. "For you, anything."

Blair smiled softly, clearly exhausted.

He stared at her face for a long moment, willing himself to memorize every inch of her face, even if he did know it by heart by now. "Blair, I have to tell you something and I need you not to freak out, ok?" Chuck finally managed the words.

Blair's smile faded and was replaced with a look of raw fear. "What, Chuck? What did you do?" Her voice trembling as she spoke.

"I called Harold. He's talking to your doctor in the waiting room right now." Chuck closed his eyes and waited for her reaction.

Instead of the hysterics or the rage he expected, Blair simply asked, "Why?" Her voice was sad and small, like a lost little girl.

Chuck opened his eyes and met hers again. "Because you're in the hospital and he's your father and he loves you."

"That's the only reason?" she asked in the same voice.

"No, it's not. But it is the one that is the most fundamentally important."

"Will you go get him for me?"

Chuck smiled at her before rising and planting a soft kiss on her cheek. "You got it, Waldorf."

Harold had just finished speaking with the doctor when Chuck saw him from the hall, and as the doctor walked away, Chuck saw his shoulders sag, and his head into hands. Harold Waldorf was clearly a man defeated. "Harold?" Chuck asked softly, coming closer to the older man.

Startled, Harold looked up at Chuck. "Chuck, I didn't see you there," he said in a daze.

"What did the doctor say?"

"One fractured rib, one broken. The broken one punctured her spleen somehow. She was bleeding heavily internally so they had to remove her spleen." Harold's voice shaking as he spoke.

Chuck felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water on him. He couldn't breathe and the nerve endings in his body were screaming in pain as if he were drowning. His head and his heart were pounding in rhythm, and he swore he could feel his heart explode inside his chest and the sound ricocheted in his head. "She's awake, Harold. She wants to see you," Chuck managed gruffly.

Harold looked up, surprised. "You're not coming?"

He couldn't. Not right now. He was so angry, angrier than he had ever been. He was angry at himself, at Louis, hell, he was even angry at Blair even though he knew in his gut that it wasn't her fault. He was so angry and there was no way he could hide, save all from Blair. No matter how hard he could try to mask it, that girl could read him like an open book. "Need a minute," Chuck managed to spit out.

Xoxo.

Blair had expected to be angry when Chuck told her he had called her father. As soon as the words had left his lips, she had waited for inevitable flood of rage. It never came. What came instead was the utter feeling of helplessness, and she just wanted her daddy. So she had relented. When her father entered the room, he flashed her a smile and Blair felt herself dissolve into tears. "Daddy," she sobbed.

"Hey, Blair Bear." Turning to Serena who was just pulling herself out of sleep, Harold spoke, "Serena, do you think we could have a minute?"

"Of course, Mr. Waldorf," she mumbled before darting out the door.

She continued to sob and Harold went to take the Serena's abandoned seat. "I just spoke with the doctor, Blair Bear, what happened?" he asked her gently.

A strangled sob ripped itself from her throat. "I don't know, Daddy. It's all a blur."

"Blair Bear, you have broken ribs and they had to removed your spleen because you were bleeding internally. What is going on?"

Blair just looked at her father helplessly before shrugging, wiping her tears away. "I fell down the stairs. My side hurt but I just ignored it," she lied.

"Blair, don't lie to me. I've talked to Chuck. He begged me to get on a plane in the middle of the night because you were in the hospital, and I know it's not because you fell down some stairs."

"Daddy, please don't," she pleaded. "I don't want to talk about it. Where is Chuck?" she asked, realizing he wasn't in the room with her father. He left, the thought filled her with dread.

Harold honored Blair's request for the moment. "I told him what the doctor said. I think he needed a breather."

"Is he coming back?" Blair asked meekly.

"I don't think anything would keep him away, Blair Bear. Not for long," Harold answered honestly. "Now tell me what is going on."

Blair could feel the tears well up in her eyes once more, but they fell slowly, a controlled drip compared to the previous waterfall of pent-up emotion. "I'm so ashamed, Daddy," was all she could manage.

"So he did do this to you?" Harold already knew the answer, but he needed to hear her say it, needed her to acknowledge it.

"Yes," she whispered. Not entirely, but yes, she whispered to herself.

Harold exhaled deeply. "For once, Blair, I am pulling the father card. I never have, even on occasions when I should have, but for once I am using it. Give me your ring," Harold said motioning to her left hand. "This - whatever it is with Louis, is over. Give me your ring and I'm telling him that it's over. I forbid you to see him again." Harold's voice was soft, but firm. Not room for disagreement or argument. Blair had never seen her father like that before.

"Daddy—"

Harold held up a hand to his daughter. "No. Ring. This is done."

Blair nodded and pulled the gargantuan canary diamond ring from her finger and silently gave it to her father. Her hand suddenly felt much lighter, and truthfully, she had never cared for the ring much to begin with – she thought it garish. "I'm sorry, daddy," she whispered.

Harold's face softened at her words. "You have nothing to be sorry for, Blair Bear. None," he said, his hands motioning around the hospital room, "of this is your fault. None of it."

Blair nodded solemnly.

"I love you, Blair. And I would be beside myself if I ever lost you," Harold said, taking his daughter's hand.

"I love you, too, Daddy."

"Now, I think it's time for you to get some rest, and I have an errand to run. I will be back later, I promise," Harold spoke, standing.

Blair nodded at her father, she really was exhausted. "Daddy, can you do something for me before you leave?"

"Anything, Blair Bear."

"Find Chuck?"

Harold smiled at his daughter and acquiesced. He had a feeling he knew exactly where Chuck would be.

Making his way back to the spot he and Chuck had been less than an hour ago, Harold knew he was right. He found the young man, furiously smoking a cigarette, his eyes glinting black like burning cobalt and he stared out at the world in front of him, his body tense as if ready to attack an unseen prey. If Harold hadn't known the man, he would've been afraid of him. "Chuck."

Chuck's head snapped to Harold's, his steely eyes meeting the older man's. He took another drag of his cigarette before answering. "Bummed this off an old man with an oxygen tank, if you can believe that," he said, motioning to the cigarette, his voice devoid of any emotion.

"Chuck," Harold said again lowly, hoping to snap the younger man back to reality. "Blair's asking for you. She asked me to find you."

Chuck blinked and Harold saw some of the steely glint in his eyes soften. "I just needed to breath. I feel like I'm suffocating. I hate hospitals to begin with," Chuck admitted.

"I told her as much. At least the needing to breathe part. I have an important errand to run, and I promised I'd find you," Harold answered.

"What kind of errand?" Chuck asked, angered. Blair was in the hospital and Harold had an errand to run? You fucking prick.

Harold pulled Blair's engagement ring from the pocket of his peacoat. "I owe someone a visit. He no longer has my blessing," he answered, pointedly.

Chuck was stunned. Well damn, Harold. Way to man up, finally. "I'll be up in a few minutes. If I was going to run away, I already would have."

Harold put a hand on Chuck's shoulder and gave it a light squeeze before starting to walk away.

"Oh, and Harold," Chuck called out. "Give him hell for me."

Harold just smirked back at Chuck before getting into a waiting town car.

Xoxo.

Half an hour and three more bummed cigarettes later and Chuck finally felt calm enough to go back to Blair. Entering her room, he saw that she wasn't asleep, instead she was sitting up slightly in bed, seemingly waiting for him. "I didn't think you were coming back," she simply stated.

"I was always coming back." Chuck walked to the side of her bed and sat down on its edge as he spoke.

"What took you so long?" There it was again – that lost voice that tugged at his heart.

Pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, Chuck exhaled. "After Harold told me what happened…what was wrong. I just needed to get out. I needed to breathe. I needed to think. But I was always coming back, Blair."

"So you know?" she asked quietly, tears shining in her eyes.

"Yes, Blair."

"Can I tell you something?"

"Anything."

"What the doctor said…It's not everything that happened."

Chuck's gaze snapped to meet hers in questioning.

"I…I didn't know my ribs were broken. I ignored the pain in my side. And then…I made myself sick, Chuck. As soon as I did it was like something was being ripped open inside of me. I've never been in that much pain before. I knew something was wrong. That's when I called you. Chuck," she choked out, "I would've been fine if I hadn't made myself sick."

"You still think this is your fault, Blair?" he asked her, seriously.

"It is—if I hadn't made myself sick—"

"Blair, if he hadn't broken your goddamn ribs, one wouldn't have punctured your spleen when you did make yourself sick," he answered angrily. "Stop trying to make this your fault, Blair. Because anyway you spin it isn't," he added, softer. "Stop trying to make yourself the bad guy in this, because it isn't true."

His eyes met hers and she finally saw how exhausted Chuck was, how distraught he was. Blair had been so caught up in her own problems and pain she had refused to see his pain. "Chuck," she whispered. "I'm sorry." She reached a hand out and beckoned for him to come closer.

He obliged and she placed a hand on his face. His face was rough, overgrown with stubble. She felt his jaw soften in her hand and stroked his stubbled cheek with fingertips. She heard him sigh and he dropped his head lower to nuzzle himself against her hand. "You look like shit, Bass," she whispered, concern filling her voice.

"I feel like shit," he whispered back, moving his face away from her fingertips so he could kiss them lightly.

"You need a shower, and sleep."

"You're the one lying in a hospital bed and you're concerned about me?" he chuckled softly.

"Yes," she continued in a whisper. "I looked at you just now…and you're so tired and sad, Chuck. When was the last time you slept? The last time you ate?"

"I'm tired and sad because you're in the hospital, Waldorf. I'm not exactly thrilled about your broken ribs. And that…I don't actually know. I think I fell asleep for a moment right before Harold got here. And food…I really don't remember."

"You should go home and take a shower, get some food, get some sleep."

"I'm not leaving, Waldorf. You'll have to have security escort me out. But you know I'd just donate a new wing and they'd let me come back," he said with a smirk.

Blair rolled her eyes. "I'm not calling security, Bass. But go downstairs and get a sandwich or something and come back and try and get some sleep? You need to eat and you need to sleep, please?"

"Well since you said please…" Chuck realized he really did need to eat. He couldn't remember the last meal he had that wasn't scotch and eventually he would hit a breaking point without food. "I'll be back in 10, Waldorf," he said as he stood and began to walk out of her room.

"Chuck?

He heard the fear in her voice and he turned around quickly to face her. "Baby?"

"Does…does Louis know I'm here?"

Chuck's face darkened. "If he does, it's not because I told him."

Relief flashed across Blair's face and she nodded. "Hurry back, Bass," she said with a tense smile.

The fear in her voice, the relief he saw on her face. She was scared. She didn't want to be alone. Chuck walked back towards her. "Hey, I think I have a better idea."

The pained look on Blair's face immediately vanished. "Yes?"

"Serena's around here somewhere. I'll text her, have her go get all of us some food. I'm sure hospital food isn't up to your standards. And I know Serena would love to see you – awake. What are you in the mood for?"

Blair smiled. A real smile, it actually hurt a little bit. "Lox and cream cheese," she answered immediately, then flushed. Pick something more fattening why don't you.

Chuck saw the look flash across her face. "Hey, look at me," he said softly, taking her chin between his thumb and forefingers. His dark eyes glared into her soft brown ones. "Whatever you're telling yourself right now, stop. You're beautiful. And you want lox and cream cheese…on an everything bagel, am I right? And that's what you're getting." Chuck smiled at her.

Blair smiled back, halfheartedly.

"Baby," he said softly, questioningly.

Her heart swelled in response, and suddenly she did feel beautiful. She smiled back at him for real. "Yes, an everything bagel."

His fears quelled for the moment, he pulled out his phone and texted Serena. S, where are you? B's up and hungry. Get lunch for the three of us? I'll owe you one, sis.

Fine. What do you want?

She wants lox and cream cheese on an everything bagel. Surprise me. And whatever you want, my treat.

I'm getting the most expensive thing on the menu.

I would expect nothing less, sis. Chuck smirked. Closing his phone, he looked back to Blair, who looked actually happy for the first time in a long time. His heart swelled at the thought.

Xoxo.

Harold was in the elevator to the penthouse he used to live in with his ex-wife and daughter, waiting for the floor for the penthouse to light up. He was anxious – he didn't know what exactly what he was about to find, but he wanted this over with now. Finally, the floor for the penthouse lit up and he slipped his well-worn keycard into the slot of the elevator. The light went from red to green and the elevator door slid open. Harold stepped out and it was like stepping back in time – almost nothing had changed. This had been his home once, he had been happy here. He remembered the holidays – Thanksgiving and Christmas with Blair and Eleanor. Blair's birthday parties. Baking with Blair, discussing fabric swatches with Eleanor – He was gay after all, he thought. Honestly, having such an opinion on fabric swatches maybe should've tipped him off long before Roman.

But now that home he built with Eleanor and Blair was different. This place was somewhere his beloved daughter got hurt – got her ribs broken. Where was Dorota? Did she not announce visitors anymore? Harold considered himself an easygoing man, but right now he didn't feel as such. "Louis!?" he yelled.

Silence.

"Louis fucking Grimaldi!?"

Harold heard a door open and shut, and then hurried footsteps before he saw Louis at the top of the steps, hurriedly tucking in his shirt. "Mr. Waldorf! Bonjour!"

"Save it, Louis," Harold seethed. "I don't care what or who you were doing, but you will no longer be doing it in my house." He slammed Louis' gaudy engagement ring on the table in the entryway. You and my daughter are over. And you need to get out of my house, tonight."

Louis blanched at Harold's threat. "What did Blair tell you? I'm sure it was just a misunderstanding."

"No misunderstanding, Louis."

"Did you talk to Chuck? What did he tell you? I can assure you they were all lies - he is so very jealous."

"Chuck told me nothing I couldn't discern with my own eyes. My daughter could have died because of you. Stay away from her, forever. Your engagement is over. And you need to be out of this house in 24 hours. This is my daughter's home, not yours. So leave, before I make you," Harold warned. "And take your gaudy ring back to Monaco with you when you go." Harold turned on his heel and stepped back into the elevator.

Xoxo.

Chuck, Blair and Serena were having a picnic of sorts – the type of picnic that was had inside of a hospital room. Blair in the bed with her lox and cream cheese, Serena had reclaimed the chair and was eating something that involved lobster – the most expensive thing on the menu, of course – and Chuck was content with a steak and cheese sandwich.

Things almost felt normal for the first time in a long time.

Serena was the first to speak, "It's the non-judging Breakfast Club back together again, minus Nate…"

Chuck looked to Blair, who was already looking at him. She sighed. "Tomorrow? Call him tomorrow? I don't want to deal with anything else today," she said, glaring at Chuck pointedly.

"Still not sorry, Waldorf, you can glare all you want," he said in response to her gaze. Her face softened slightly at his response and she grinned at him. Fuck, I love you, he thought.

His phone vibrated in his pocket at that exact moment. Louis Grimaldi calling. Chuck swallowed hard. He held up his hand in apology to Blair and Serena before he quickly left the room. "Why are you calling me, Louis?" he answered.

"What did you do?" Louis replied curtly.

"What did I do?"

"Yes, what did you do?" Louis replied heatedly.

"Well, should we start with your fiancée…well ex-fiancée, almost dying from internal bleeding from the broken ribs you gave her? Or would you like to start somewhere else?" Chuck snarled into his phone.

"Where is she?" Louis demanded. "Why was I not informed? I am her fiancée."

"Ex-fiancee, Louis. I believe Harold took care of that, if I am not mistaken. And she's safe, away from you."

"I demand to see her – you've been filling her head with lies."

"Stop with the melodramatic act, Louis. Frankly, it's boring me to tears. I've filled her head with nothing, and you will be coming nowhere near her, I thought that I had made that crystal fucking clear."

"I will find her, you know. And when I do—"

"Ah, yes. I'm sure you will. But I think you're forgetting something, Louis," Chuck interrupted, spitting the other man's name. You forget that I know about your affair. Oh, and I have pictures, so think carefully before you speak and regret it. Stay away from Blair, and the pictures I have never go public. Deal?" Louis had a title, a crown to think about. Exposing his affair while his fiancée was in the hospital would be detrimental to his image, and Chuck knew it.

"You're lying about the pictures," Louis seethed in response.

"I'll text them to you right now," Chuck responded easily. "I am a lot of things, Louis. Stupid is not one of them. I'm a business man and I know that insurance is crucial. Here." Chuck pulled his phone away from his ear and texted Louis the pictures, both the ones he had taken personally as well as the ones Andrew Tyler had sent him. "Take a peek at your phone, and you'll see that I not, in fact, lying." Chuck heard Louis audibly gape on the other end of the phone. "Shut your mouth, Louis. You look like a trout with your mouth hanging open."

"How—"

"I told you, Louis. I'm Chuck Bass." With that, Chuck ended the call.

Chuck exhaled slowly. He knew he had sounded cool and confident on the phone, but inside flames of anxiety were starting to burn his belly. Of course Louis would eventually wonder where his fiancée – ex-fiancee – was, but Chuck had avoided that thought at all costs. He just hoped that the damaging photos of Louis would be able to buy him a little bit of time. Chuck and Louis were almost nothing alike, but they did share a few of the same qualities. Both were jealous and obsessive, and both were extremely used to getting what they wanted. Louis obviously still thought that Blair belonged to him, like she was chattel and they were still in the Dark Ages, and at some point, Chuck knew that Louis would react and make a move for Blair. Chuck and Louis were playing a very dangerous game of Chess in order to take their queen, but Chuck had always been an excellent chess player.

Bringing himself out of his thoughts, Chuck returned to Blair. Entering the room, he noticed her regarding him with narrowed eyes. "See something you like, Waldorf?" he asked her, trying to throw her off his trail.

She ignored him. "Who was on the phone, Chuck?"

"Just Bass Industries business, Blair," he lied.

Blair's eyes narrowed further. "You're doing that thing where your eyes don't match your mouth."

"No, that's you, Blair," Chuck returned.

Serena watched the banter of her friends, eyes wide, clearly lost as to what was happening.

Blair's eyes widened with a realization.

Why do you have to be so goddamn smart, Chuck thought, partially annoy, but mostly impressed.

"It was him, wasn't it?" she asked softly, her eyes searching his.

"You'll have to be more specific, Blair," drawled Chuck, realizing there was no way he could lie his way out of it now. Blair read him like a book.

"Stop with the games, Chuck. Stop lying. I know who you were talking to," Blair returned heatedly, she could feel the anger rising in her gut.

Serena eyes went from Chuck to Blair and then back to Chuck. "Guys…someone want to tell me what exactly is going on? Because I'm lost."

"Typical," Chuck said, rolling his eyes.

"Oh, nothing Serena. Chuck was talking to Louis on the phone just now, and now he's just lying about it," Blair answered her friend, still holding Chuck's gaze firm, her eyes bright with anger.

Serena, still confused spoke again. "Louis? You talked to Louis, Chuck?"

Chuck knew he was caught, like a fish in a barrel. A Bass in a barrel. He let out a sigh, before he spoke, mostly to Blair, "Yes, Louis called me. I just…I didn't want to worry you."

The anger in Blair's eyes stilled a bit. "What did he want, Bass? And don't lie to me," she spoke lowly.

"He wanted to know where you were."

"Did you tell him?"

Chuck gave Blair a pointed look.

She blinked at him, her eyes finally his. "Right. So what now? He'll find me, you know, even though you didn't tell him."

Chuck smirked at her. "I wouldn't worry about that just yet, Waldorf. I managed to distract him a bit."

Blair narrowed her eyes at him once more. "How, Bass?"

"Just a bit of blackmail, of course."

At his words, Blair returned Chuck's smirk.

Serena watched wearily as something passed between her two friends. "Sometimes I just don't understand you guys," she let out with an exasperated sigh.

Chuck and Blair answered in unison, "We know, Serena."

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